"Love, obsession are two different things. I don't know why you don't get it" I shouted at him already fed up of him stalking me
"This is not obsession but, love" he shouted at me back "I love you, Christiana" he said calmly, it almost sounded like a whisper
"Gabriella is dead! Were you the one that killed her?" I asked him as i looked at him curiously 
He didn’t say anything as he continued looking at me
"You killed her? I am going to report you to the police for thos crime" I said to him as I brought out my phone from my bag
"Listen to me, I wasn't the one that killed her. I don't even know anything about the killing" he said as he still remained calm
"You are the one that killed her" I said to him still insisting 
"I SAID, I WASN'T THE ONE THAT KILLED HER" he said shouting at me. His shout scared me that my phone slipped from my hand
His face remained scary as he continued looking at me
Oh goodness! 


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MY LIFE WITH THE DEADLY PLAYER

CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE: HANSEL CALLED HER A NAME? 


“Umn… I still prefer the Italians food, they are as great as anything as well” I said with a smile as I changed the topic 


“Does your mom cook Italians food?” Gabriella asked curiously as she turned to face me 


I hesitated for a while and then turned to look at her, “Nah, she doesn’t cook Italians meal but, I do go to the restaurant nearest my home. The owner of the restaurant is my mom’s childhood friend so, that is why she gives me special” I said remembering my childhood friend who had left to study outside America 


“That’s cool! It means you are going to be getting a lot of free food” Yung responded with a smile not bothering to look at me 


He must really indeed love food because, whenever food is put in a discussion his face lightened 


“Yeah, I guess I am really lucky” I responded with a shrug 


I turned to look at Gabriella and hoped my mom will also be like her mom. My mom don’t cook our local foods except, my grandmother. 
